Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 445 Lunch With My Boss

Logan's

POV.

Mia and I opted to go to the nearest restaurant. I instructed my driver to

leave, choosing to drive my own car instead. As we arrived, I opened the passenger seat for her, and she gracefully stepped inside. Taking my place behind the wheel, I ignited the engine and steered us towards the restaurant.

After a short drive, we arrived at a renowned Italian restaurant. It turned out that Mia had booked a table here, knowing it to be my favorite.

Exiting the car, I circled around to the passenger side, holding the door open for her. Extending my hand, I silently urged her to take it.

I was well aware of the charm my gentlemanly gestures possessed, and Mia was no exception. The rosy hue on her cheeks served as undeniable proof that she appreciated the gesture. Firmly holding her hand, despite her subtle attempt to pull away, we entered the restaurant together, hand in hand.

Fortunately, we had a table reserved, and the waiter promptly led us to our designated spot. Pulling out a chair for her, I patiently waited for Mia to take her seat.

"Mr. Mancini, you don't have to do that," she protested.

"It's Logan to you when we're not in my office," I interjected, grinning mischievously.

"But..." she began, her words trailing off as the waiter arrived to take our order.

Taking the lead, I confidently ordered all of Mia's favorite dishes, a playful glint in my eyes as I anticipated her reaction. Confusion flickered across her face, and she couldn't help but question, "Are these really my favorite foods?"

I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I revealed my secret, "Don't be surprised, Mia. I know these are your favorites, which is why I ordered them."

her mouth, and she gasped, clearly taken aback. "But how did you

that danced in her eyes. My voice carried a

back her question, blurting out, "What are

raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "Why would

a whisper, I let my words hang in the air, laced with suggestion, "...and if I were... I'd take you home and impress

cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and she was momentarily speechless, her reaction further fueling my amusement. Before she could regain her composure, the waiter arrived with our order, providing a timely interruption to our charged conversation. Mia quickly looked away,

her further. "So, how's the

I yearned

her demeanor slightly formal but her gratitude shining through. I

side of her was new and intriguing,

the opportunity, I took it upon myself to serve some pasta onto her plate, a gesture of intimacy that made

to you, and secondly, I

silence

meal. I couldn't help but notice how she relished each bite her delight evident in her expressions. It was a rare sight to witness Mia

the corner of her lips. A

the sauce away with my thumb.

eye contact with her. I observed as her jaw dropped, her face turning a shade of pink. She gasped

bites before setting her fork down. "I'm done, Mr... I mean, Logan. Can we leave if you're

I can make and change the rules. You don't need to worry about the time," I responded

It's unfair, and I'd prefer to be back on time. If you don't have anything else to do, can we go back to the office?" she retorted, her

the company," I raised

was right, and her words stung. Couldn't she desire to spend more time with me? I sighed

settling the bill,

and returned to